The muses mourning: or funerall sonnets on the death of Iohn Moray Esquire. By Iohn Taylor Taylor, John, 1580-1653. 1615 Approx. 12 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 16 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-01 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A13474 STC 23775 ESTC S102447 99838232 99838232 2599 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. 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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Moray, John -- Early works to 1800. 2002-07 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-08 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-09 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2002-09 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-10 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE MVSES MOVRNING : OR , FVNERALL SONNETS ON THE DEATH OF IOHN MORAY ESQVIRE BY IOHN TAYLOR . To the whole and Entire number of the Noble and Antient name of Morayes ; Iohn Taylor dedicates these sad Funerall sonnets . Sonnet . 1. WHen King Corbredus wore the Scottish Crowne The Romaines did the Brittaine land afflict : But Corbred ioynd confederate with the Pict , By whom Queene Woadaes foes were ouerthrowne . The Morayes then , to haue their valour knowne , Did first the Romaine forces contradict : And made them render vp their liues so strict , That horse and foote , and all were beaten downe . Loe thus began the Morayes honour'd Race , Of memorable Antient worthy fame : And since the fiue and fiftith yeare of Grace , In Scotland hath suruiu'd that noble name . To whome aliue , and to my dead friends hearse , In duty heere I consecrate this verse . He that is euer obliged to your noble name : IOHN TAYLOR . Sonnet . 2. VVEepe euerlastingly you Nimphs diuine , Your very Quintisence is waste and spent : Sigh , grone and weepe , with wofull languishment , Dead is the life that made your Glories shine . The heau'nly numbers of your Sacred nine ▪ He tun'd as an Aetheriall Instrument , So sweet , as if the Gods did all consent In him their Consort wholy to combine . Weepe Muses , euerlastingly lament , Ecclipsed is your Sire Apolloes shrine : Grim Death , the life hath from your Champion rent , And therefore sigh , grone , weepe , lament and pine : And let the Lawrell rot , consume and wither , Dye Muses , and be Tombd with him togither . Sonnets . 3. FRom two strong Iayles thy corps , & soul's acquite● The one compact of flesh , and blood and bone : The other vnrelenting senceles stone , By God to one , by man to one commited . I euer did expect a happie time When thou shouldst shake thy bondage from thy ba●●● I euer hop'd that thy vnwilling crime Would be forgot , and thou securde from wracke . For this I wishd , and prayd both day and night : I onely aymde to haue thy body freed , But Heau'n , ( beyond my Reason ) had decreed , Soule , body , both at once to free thee quite . Thou in thy life hast past a world of trouble , But Death from double Iayles hath freed thee dou●●● Sonnet . 4. COrruption , Incorruption hath put on , Immortall , weake mortality is made : Earths woe , hath gain'd A happy heauenly throne , By death , life dyes , by life deaths force doth fade ▪ Though death kill life , yet life doth conquer death , Death but putts off our Raggs of shame and sinne : When for a moment's an eternall breath , Life ( passing through the dore of death ) doth win . This thou well knew'st ( my much beloued friend ) And therefore thou didst dare death to his worst , But he ( much busied ) could not thee attend , Or durst not , till thy cares thy heart had burst . And then the slaue came stealing like a theefe , And gainst his will , did giue thy woes releefe . Sonnet . 5. THou Fortunes foot-ball , whom she vsd to tosse , From wrong to wrong , from woe to woe againe : From griefe rebounding backe to pinching paine , As 't pleasd the blind-fold Dame to blesse or crosse . But thou , vnmou'd with either gaine or losse , Nor ioy , or care , could vexe thy constant braine : Thou smild'st at all her buffets with disdaine , And all her fauours thou esteem'dst as drosse : Her and her Fauorites thou still didst deeme Iust as they are , not as they seeme to be : Her Minions all as fooles thou didst esteeme , And that 's the cause she would not fauour thee : Then since such reckning she of fooles doth make : Would thou hadst bene one , for her fauours sake . Sonnet . 6. 'T Is written in the euerliuing word , ( the Rule and Square that men should liue thereby ) Afflictions are the tuch-stones of the Lord , By which he onely doth his seruants trie . Then Noble Moray , thou hadst many a tuch , And still thy patience good and currant prou'd , Thy manly cariage in thy griefes were such , Which made thee ( more then much ) admird and lou'd . What yeare , what month , weeke , day or fading houre Wherein some mischiefe did thee not befall ? Yet had Afflicton ouer thee no power To conquer thee , but thou didst conquer all , Vnnumbred times thou wast both tucht and tride , And in thy makers feare and fauour dide . Sonnet . 7. WE●pe heart , weepe eyes , weepe my vnable pen In teares of blood of water , and of Inke : With bread of sorrow , and afflictions drinke I liue , for I haue lost a man of men . Yet heart , eyes , pen , dry vp your teares agen , He is not lost , he 's rather newly found : Enfranchisde from a dolefull theeuish den , And with a rich Immortall Crowne is crownd . Then heart , eyes , pen , no more with teares be drownd ▪ Weepe not for him that doth reioyce for euer : Yet this againe my comfort doth confound , Hee 's lost to me , and I shall finde him neuer . Then weepe Muse , heart , eyes , pen , lament and weepe My ioyes are buried in eternall sleepe . Sonnet . 8. SLeepe gentle Spirit in Eternall rest , Free from all hart tormenting sorrow sleepe : Whilst I doe vent from my care crazed brest , Hart-wondring sighs that there their mansion keepe . And let my Grones from out that Cauerne deepe , With lamentations and cloud cracking thunder And let mine eyes an Innundation weepe , Let sighs , grones , teares , make all the world to wonder I meane my little Microcosmo world , sigh stormes , grone thunder , weepe a floud of teares : Through eu'ry part of me , let griefe be hurld . That whosoeuer my lamenting heares : May moane ( with me ) the cause of this my Ditty , Or if not moane with me , vouchsafe to pitty . Sonnet . 9. SInce cursed fates haue fatally decreed , To tosse and tumble harmles Innocence : And all the crew of Hells Abhortiue breed Haue glutted Enuies maw , by lawes defence . Yet God whose knowledge knowes the least offence , Who all thinges sees with his all-searching eye : Doth with his glorious great omnipotence , Right wronged wrongs , and heares his seruants cry . His mercy 's not immur'd within the sky , But freely he doth power it downe on earth : He with afflictions scorge his sonnes doth try , And when he pleases turnes their mone to mirth . And though man liues in care , and dies in sorrow , A heauy euening brings a ioyfull morrow . Sonnet 10. VVEll hast thou Run in this thy weary race , Well hast thou fought with Sathan hand to hand : Th' ast won the Goale , and gaind the blessed Land , That 's neither limitted with time or place . There thou attendest on the throne of Grace , There Angells , and Archangells sweetly sing : Eternall praises to th' eternall King. And see the Glorious brightnes of his face . All this ( I doubt not ) but thou well hast don , Not of thy selfe ( with shamefull sinne poluted ) But thy Redeemer hath the conquest won , And vnto thee the victori's Imputed . He paid the score , and canceld all thy bands , And gaue thee to his blessed Fathers hands . Sonnet 11. NOw may you theeuing Poets filch and steale , Without controulement breaking Priscians pate : For he that whilom could your theft reueale , Your Criticke , and your H●ppercritick● late . Now may you cog and lie , and sweare and prate , And make your idle verses lame and halt : For by the powre of Euiternall fate , He 's gone that could and would correct each fault , But you haue greatest cause to moane his want , You sacred heau'nly Sisters ( three times thrice ) He from your Gardens , could all weeds supplant . And replant fruits and flowers of peereles price ; He kept ( vnbroake ) your Numbers , Tipes and Trop●● But now hee 's dead , dead are your onely hopes . Sonnet . 12. AS Solon , to rich haples Cressus said , No man , is happy till his life doth end : The proofe in thee so plainly is displaid , As if he thy Natiuity had kend . What mortall miseries , could mischeife send , But thou therein hast had a treble share : As if Calamities their powers should bend , To make thy Corps a treasure house of care . Yet fell Aduersity thou didst out-dare , And valiantly gainst stormes of woe resisted ; Loue of the world thy minde could not insnare , Thou knewst wherein the best of best consisted . And as olde Solon said , so I agree , Death makes men happy , as it hath done thee . Sonnet . 13. NO Monumentall Trophe , vertue needes , And good Report a marble Tombe out-weares : Fame plaies the Harrold and proclaimes mens deeds , Her● Trump's shrill sound the spacious world heares . And such a vniuersall Tombe hast thou , Borne on the tops of thousand thousand tong● : Thy liuing merrit doth thy name allow , A Monument for euer , which belongs To none but such as whilom was thy selfe , Who vsd the world as if they vsd it not : And did acknowledge misbegotten pelfe , Must ( like the getters of it ) Rust and rot . And such a liuing Tombe thy Corps inherit , A good Report , according to thy merrit . Sonnet . 14. HAd I the skill of Homer , Maro , Naso , Or had I that Admir'd ornated stile : Of Petrark , or the braue Italian Tasso I could not ouermuch thy praise compile . But as I am ( Alas and woe the while ) A poore vnlearned silly simple swaine : At whose attempt the world with scorne will smile , And flout 〈◊〉 th'unshapen issue of my braine . But duty bids me launch into this Maine , Though my performance be but weake of store , Yet worthy mindes this goodnes doth retaine , Not to despise the seruice of the poore . I lou'd him liuing , and my loue to show , My least and last poore loue I heere bestow .